Without spoiling any more, the story races from memorable scene to memorable scene, starting with Johnny's gym bag and ending with Molly Millions on the Killing Floor and the revelation of the password, all tied together with Johnny's observations and descriptions of the whos and wheres. It's hard, after reading the story, not to have a sharp mental image of at least one of the scenes, as Gibson's style can be likened to a series of snapshots, taken from behind the eyes of the protagonist.

The plot of this movie is breathtakingly derivative. In essence: The hero is entrusted with a valuable cargo, which he must get from A to B without being killed by the bad guys or stepping in anything. There is a pretty girl, evil villains, a weird prophet and of course a violent final shootout in an Abandoned Flame Factory. (You know what an Abandoned Flame Factory is; you've seen them a zillion times in the movies. It's a big clanky warehouse where the hero and the villain stalk each other for an ultimate confrontation, while pointless and sourceless sheets of flame burst out as handy background visuals.)

As a viewer, the only real reasons to see this movie are to simply revel in the badness, MST3K-style, or to watch Keanu Reeves's wooden sullenness contrast with Henry Rollins's insane energy.